Daniel Senser's Poetry
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Realization
Hot steam shoots forth from the fissures of my brain:
The realization of my inevitable and complete annihilation.
Go! Live! Now!
But it's just hot air.
I stay in bed, and wait for sleep.
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